Come down to the river

(what men came to)

which flows on to a full and wild sea,

where start a hundred with a thousand men

all jealous of me

(in your hair, on your shoulders, between your breasts!)

and men shall be waiting to be drowned.

I am not like them.

I come with life of you!

A man before the surf, and alone, always alone

for Time!

I am always with you;

Come, shall we come to our feet?

We bring your eternal earth.

"Always" - Pablo Neruda